Jumper: Cent's Story

Cent goes on her first date with John. Are these two falling more in love than they think they are?

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Chapter Six:

More Than Just A Kiss

Cent sat at the table the next morning. Eating her bowl of Cheereos as fast as she could. She even downed two cups of orange juice in under three minutes.

Millie laughed as she sat down with her husband, David, holding hands with him and smooching each other.

"What on Earth has gotten into you this morning?" Millie laughed. "I never expected school to have you this interested."

Cent realized that she was making a scene and decided to slow down on the eating.

"Sorry," she apologized. "Just in an exciting mood."

Yeah, for John! she suddenly thought.

Millie raised an eyebrow and looked at David, who was too busy reading the morning newspaper. She elbowed him in the ribs and nodded towards Cent.

David smiled and put the newspaper down.

"So, Cent," he began with a calm voice. "What is really going on?"

Cent looked up at him and then turned towards her mother. She raised an eyebrow at her and said, "Using dad to get me talk? You do realize that it only works on sons right?"

They all laughed.

"We just want to know, honey," Millie smiled even bigger. She leaned over towards David and kissed him, moving her arms around his neck.

Cent giggled and said, "Seriously, you guys need to take that somewhere else. Like a room."

Millie and David parted, but still held each other.

"We can't," David still looked into Millie's eyes. "I fell in love with the most sexiest woman on the planet. I cannot stop showing my love for her. I want to be able to show her how much I really do love her. Even in front of our own daughter."

Millie had tears of joy in her eyes.

"Oh, Davy!" she cried and pressed her head against his chest. "You are so romantic! Where did you ever learned to be one?"

"Not from my mom and dad, I'll tell you that one," David teased.

Everyone laughed.

Cent knew about David's parents. Maybe a little more than she should. David's dad was an alcoholic and an abusive father towards his wife and son. In fact, he sort of still is, despite the therapy that David paid for him. David's mother, Mary, was a lovable woman. Very nice and beautiful. But she was always on a run down with bad luck. She ran away from her husband and her own son when she couldn't take living their life anymore. David later found her, many years later. But, Mary died before they could officially make up for lost time. Sad story.

Millie was right though. David was a romantic for sure. He must have learned to be one when he was dating Millie. It seemed that their relationship was what drove him to be a much better husband than anyone thought he would be.

Looking at the time, Cent got up from the table, bringing her dish to the sink.

"Got to go," she said quickly and grabbed her backpack from the floor. "Don't want to be late for school."

Millie frowned and looked at the clock.

"But school doesn't start for another twenty-," she said.

Cent jumped before she could hear the rest of the sentence.

Millie raised an eyebrow as she looked at the jump-scar thay her daughter made.

"... minutes...," she finally finished.

David half-grinned and said, "I wonder what is up with her."

Millie shrugged and said, "Don't know. Maybe school is finally getting to her or something." She paused and looked at her husband. She smiled and patted his lap. "Hey, you want to jump to one of our vacation spots in the Caribbean?" She raised both of her eyebrows, seductively. "I bought this brand-new lingerie from Victoria Secret."

David smiled and raised an eyebrow. He moved his arms around her and said, "Then what are we doing around here then?"

Millie giggled as David jumped them to their room.

Millie grabbed her Victoria Secret bag.

"David Rice!" Millie teased, winking at him. "Get ready for me to rock your world!"

David smiled and said, "Oh, boy, please do!"

Taking each other in their arms, they jumped to the Caribbean.

Cent spent the entire day waiting for the school day to end. She even found herself dreading that John wasn't in school anymore. As it turned out, she overheard from the front office that John Bale had "switched" schools. The men-in-black, known as Syndicate, came back earlier to find him. They had a search warrent for the school and his locker. But when they found out that he had already left, they didn't even bother to search for him. Like as if they figured to find nothing or even him.

At lunch, Cent spent so much time looking at the empty table where John sat that she barely even talked to her friends.

"Cent?" Ashley waved her hand in front of her.

Cent shook her head and looked over towards Ashley.

"You've been staring at those empty tables for a while," Emily said. "You looking for... John Bale!"

Everyone, even Cent, laughed.

"You like him, don't you," stated Rachel.

Cent was shocked. She barely spoke and was at a loss of words.

"What... yeah... no... maybe... I don't know," she dropped her head on the table. "Yes, sure, I do like him. Maybe more than I thought I do."

Ashley cheered and said, "I knew it! I knew it! I knew there was a reason you paid a attention to him so much!"

"Where is he, anyway?" Emily asked.

Rachel leaned forward and said, "I've heard that the FBI took him away."

Emily's and Ashley's eyes widened.

"Really?"

"What for?"

Rachel looked around and said, "I hear that it has to do with something about testifying in some important case. But I go with the other rumor, that he is under witness protection. I think his parents testified against someone powerful and now they are moving to a new secure location. It happens all the time."

Cent tuned out the conversation, knowing that both of the rumors were lies. John was not under witness protection and those men-in-black sure weren't FBI either.

She turned back to the empty table and didn't take her eyes off of it.

Oh, John! she said to herself. Why do we have to be apart like this?

When the final bell rang, Cent was the first up and out the front door of the classroom. She rushed to her locker and put her stuff away.

Rushing outside the backdoors of the school, she ran to the sidewalk and looked around, hoping to get a good sight on John.

Finally, she heard something.

"Over here!"

Cent looked across the sidewalk and saw John, with his head sticking out of the small alley that he usually does his jumps. She ran forward and came around the corner, standing in front of John.

Without warning, Cent reached forward and pulled John to her, by the shirt. She hugged him hard and buried her face into his chest.

"Whoa!" he seemed surprised by her behavior. "I got to say, it isn't everyday that I get this kind of attention from a girl."

They parted and backed away from each other.

"Sorry," Cent said slowly. "I'm just happy to see you. That's all."

John laughed and said, "Well, before we finally go on our date, I think we should stop at my place first. I need to change into a new pair of clothes. I just got done with battling a few Syndicate agents."

Cent's heart raced and she felt panic rising inside her. She then noticed the almost torn up t-shirt and jeans on him, along with some cuts and bruises.

"You... you fight them?" she barely asked, showing her concern.

John smiled and said, "Yeah, most of the time. I mean, I don't go looking for trouble. I sometimes bump into them once in a while. I don't kill them or anything, just wound them up a bit."

"But... but... what if you get hurt?" she hugged him again and tightened her grip, not daring to let him go. "What if you get captured? Or worse?"

"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!" John grabbed her by the shoulders and looked her in the eyes. "Nothing is going to happen to me. It will take more than just a couple of bad guys to take me down."

"That isn't funny," Cent said but failed to put her anger into the words.

"It's okay," John assured her. Then he kissed her.

Cent was shocked at first but then gave in. She kissed him back and moved her arms around his neck, pulling him forward.

"Lets get out of here," John said and jumped.

They arrived at John's home, right in the living room.

Cent still had her arms around his waist.

After a few seconds, John laughed and said, "Oh, you can let go now."

Cent opened her eyes and her face became red. She let go and said, "Sorry!."

John reached out and took her hand.

"Don't be sorry," he said. "I didn't mind."

Cent was shocked at his words.

"You don't?" she asked.

John shook his head and smiled.

"I was just letting you know that the jumping was over," he laughed and kissed her hand.

Cent blushed.

"I'll be right back," he let go of her hand and disappeared down the hallway.

Cent walked around the living room and saw a picture on the small, glass table. She picked it up and saw John and her parents. Cent smiled as she looked at the much younger, more cute John. He had to be five or six in this picture.

"I remember that moment," John's voice came from behind her. He was now in a pair of black jeans and a black t-shirt.

Cent jumped and quickly sat the picture right back down.

"Sorry! Sorry!" she said quickly.

John laughed and said, "I don't mind. I ain't angry. It was nice watching you smile at that picture."

Cent stared into his eyes and couldn't control her month from dropping.

Was this guy for real? she asked herself.

"You changed fast!" she acknowledged.

John shrugged and said, "Comes with the terrority of being on the run. Always be fast."

John reached forward and picked up the picture. He held it so Cent could see it too.

"I remember that moment," he said. "Me and my parents went to Disney World. Fun time." Tears formed in his eyes.

Cent noticed the tears but said nothing. She liked how he smiled and cried at the same time.

John suddenly realized that she was noticing and sat the picture back down.

"Sorry about that," he apologized. "Must be weird to see a boy cry like that."

Cent grabbed his hand and pulled him closer to her.

"I love it when you cry," she blurted out. "Men should cry more often. It isn't good to store all of that emotion inside you. It makes you hard and soulless inside. At least thats what my mother thinks."

John laughed and said, "Your mother is a pretty smart woman."

Cent couldn't control herself. She rushed forward. Hands clapped each side of John's face and yanked him towards her. She kissed him hard and tightened her grip on him.

John seemed surprised by the sudden attack, but quickly followed. He brought both of his hands on her hips and kissed her back, pulling her more towards him.

Cent didn't really know what was going on inside her head at the moment. She didn't how much she liked this boy. She didn't know if this was real or not.

What if I'm in love with him? she wondered. What if he's in love with me?

They pulled apart, but kept each other in their arms.

John smiled and said, "We should get going." He kissed her once more. One quick kiss. "I want to have you home by five."

"Six!" Cent argued. "I want at least two hours with you."

John rolled his eyes and agreed, "Alright, fine. Where do you want to go?"

Cent's eyes widened.

"Your letting me choose?" she asked in disbelief.

John nodded and said, "Sure. I gentlemen always lets a lady choose where to go on a date."

Cent smiled and leaned her forehead against his.

"How about..." she hummed a bit. "... Paris."

John raised an eyebrow and said, "The city of love, here we come!"

With that, they jumped away.

They spent the most amazing two hours of their lives in Paris.

Despite that it was dark and really late, they managed to spend one awesome time together. They went to McDonald's, which was the only twenty-four resturant in the city that they would love to eat at the moment. They visited the some of the museums, by jumping inside. And even went on top of the Effiel Tower.

Cent knew that her parents would kill her if they found out about this. They were to stick in one place unless someone accompany's the other. They were to never jump outside any city alone. But she figured that this could be an exception. She did have John with her after all. So it wasn't like she was alone.

They stood at the very top level of the Effiel Tower, getting a great view of the city.

Cent felt like she was freezing with the cold weather that was happening in the city of Paris.

John noticed her shivering and said, "I'll be right back."

"Where are you going?" she asked, all curious.

"To grab a jacket for you, from my place," he responded and jumped.

Cent smiled and went back to admiring the view of the city.

A few seconds later, John reappeared, but Cent didn't notice. She was into her own imagination at the moment. John slipped the jacket on her shoulders. Cent was startled at first but then came to realize who it was. John rested his hands on both of her shoulders, keeping the jacket from falling down.

"Thank you," Cent said. "You know... you aren't like most boys these days."

"Really?" John teased from behind her. "How so?"

Cent smiled and placed one hand on his own.

"I see how other boys treat other girls," she explained. "They use them. Trick them. Sleep with them. Then leave and never call."

John smiled and said, playfully, "This is the first date, remember? How do you know I won't call tomorrow? I mean, after all, I can go anywhere."

Cent finally turned around to face him and put her hand against his cheek.

"I know you won't hurt me," she said straight to his face. "I saw the kindness in your eyes the first day I met you. Even in the hallways, I saw it. You helped me for one simple thing. Something that other people wouldn't even think about doing." She paused. "You have suffered, but it was from that suffering that made you a better man. I can tell that you are looking for peace. Not revenge. Not hatred. You make your family proud by living your life like this."

John smiled again and said, "I think we should head back now. Your parents will most likely be freaking out, right about now. I did promise to have you home right about six."

Cent laughed and said, "You see! You're an honest man. You are responsible. That is how I know you are different."

Suddenly, Cent grabbed him by his t-shirt and pulled him forward. They kissed in the perhaps the most romantic place on Earth. Paris. Right on the Effiel Tower.

But this kiss was different.

Both Cent and John felt it. It rushed through their bodies and down their spines. Their hearts were jumping up and down. Goose bumps appeared on their legs and arms. It was like an electrical current was rushing through them. Butterflies formed in their very stomaches.

When they parted, it felt like almost all of their energy was spent on that very kiss.

"Wow!" John exclaimed.

"Wow!" Cent replied back.

Still holding onto each other, they jumped.

They arrived back in the living room of John's house.

Cent and John didn't let go of each other. Not daring to loosen a single grip that they had.

"That was..." Cent was at a lost of words. "... was..."

"Amazing?" John asked.

Cent nodded and rested her head on John's chest.

"Can we do this again tomorrow?" she asked.

"Sure," John replied. "But I think we need to pick better times to meet. I don't think your parents are going to be happy with you coming home at six in the afternoon."

Cent knew he was right and nodded.

"How about..." she thought about it. "How about we meet up at nighttime?"

John smiled and said, "That sounds fun. I say that we could meet up right here, say between eleven and midnight. So that we know fo sure that your parents are asleep. Then we can go to where ever we want to go."

Cent loved the idea. She pulled away from John and let go of him.

"I would really like that. Never get much sleep anyway."

John laughed.

"Get out of here," he teased, stroking her hair. "I don't want you getting grounded or anything."

Cent laughed, took off his coat and threw it on top of the couch.

"See you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow," he replied and watched as she jumped.

John felt sad to see her go, but it was later replaced with happiness that he would be able to see her again.

Until tomorrow, he said to himself. Until tomorrow.

Cent arrived in her bedroom and went down the stairs, not bothering to put down her packback.

"Well, well, well," Millie teased as she watched her daughter enter the kitchen. "Look who it is! Cent Mary Rice!"

David chuckled at the table as he moved his eyes between his wife and his daughter.

Millie had just finished doing the dishes. She was wiping her hands with a wash cloth, leaning against the edge of the counter.

"May I ask where you were, naughty girl?" her mother teased. "You missed one nice dinner.

Cent laughed and responded, "I was out again. I went to McDonalds with a... friend."

At least she was telling part of the truth. It wasn't like she was making up a story.

Millie smiled and looked towards her husband, who stared back, she raised an eyebrow.

"Does this friend have a name?" Millie asked. turning her attention back towards her daughter.

Cent's smile disappeared.

"Sure," she said. "His name is..." She didn't know what to tell them. But she knew she couldn't lie to them. Not to her own parents. "... John..."

Millie clapped her hands together and yelled, "I knew it! I knew it had to be a boy! Tell me everything! Does he have blond hair? Or green eyes? Is he tall? Big? Thin? Or maybe hot?"

"MOTHER!" Cent yelled in embrashment and giggled.

Millie and David laughed too.

"He's just a friend," she said, which made her regret saying it.

"Okay," her mother smiled and winked. "He's just a friend. Just making sure."

David decided to let the moment go and he got up from his seat. He walked over towards his wife and kissed her.

Cent rolled her eyes and said, "I'm heading back to my room. Homework."

Her mother and father ignored her and continued to kiss.

Cent smiled, as she climbed the stairs, and started to hear moaning from below.

They sure do know how to love each other, Cent acknowledged.

Once closing the door, she landed on the bed and got straight to her homework, which only took an hour to finish.

Cent couldn't get herself to sleep that night. Everytime she closed her eyes, she always found herself thinking of John.

Then she remembered that moment on the Effiel Tower. When they kissed. But it wasn't the fact that they kissed in Paris that came to mind. It was the fact that the kiss felt very different from the other times she kissed him.

This was no ordinary kiss, she realized. It was more than just a kiss. That was something different. Something that she never felt before, but definitely seen.

She remembered the moments when she would see her parents kissing. The way they wanted each other. The way they always expressed their love for each other.

Cent may not have known and most likely still doesn't, but that kiss on the Effiel Tower, was more than just a kiss. That was the kiss of... love.

How did you guys like this chapter? Was it romantic? Did it seem to hit the spot for Cent and John? By the way, how are you guys liking John?

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